Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 117 Entering the arena, the debut performance, and this act of reaching out lasts all day.

Led by the bishop in the center of the room, everyone stood up to pay their respects and then sat back down.

"Alright, let's begin."

Qian Daoliu's voice rang in everyone's ears, and the atmosphere in the entire venue finally became less oppressive.

"Xiao Li, go ahead."

Guangling turned and smiled at her apprentice, showing no sign of worry.

"No problem, Master."

Han Li stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to his senior uncles and elder brothers, and turned to walk into the arena.

Just then, a voice came from behind him; it was Qian Daoliu.

"Win gracefully. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility for it. If I'm not satisfied, I'll bring back the Angel Legion. You can continue practicing aerial combat with Guangling."

Han Li turned around with slight surprise, only to find Qian Daoliu staring at him.

"Alright, Senior Uncle, you said it yourself, so just watch carefully."

Han Li replied with a smile, his sharpness increasing even more. When he turned to move forward again, the burden on his body seemed to lessen.

It seems that Bibi Dong's actions have indeed angered Qian Daoliu. This is the first time he has seen Qian Daoliu show such a clear inclination in public.

Forget it, let's focus on winning first. This is his first battle in this world, his first chance to show his prowess to the world.

His steps became lighter, and he quickened his pace to reach the center of the field.

Compared to his relaxed demeanor, the three people opposite him seemed to be walking with heavy steps.

First of all, the opponent was one person, while there were three of them, so they were already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum. However, they remembered Bibi Dong's instructions to them, and they had agreed to them, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the arena.

Seeing that both sides had entered and taken their positions, the bishop in the arena turned back to look at the high platform. After receiving nods of approval from Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, he turned his gaze back to the arena.

"These four are all outstanding members of my Martial Soul Clan. I'm warning you beforehand: you can be severely injured, but not crippled. Understand?"

Han Li and the three people opposite him nodded slightly, indicating that they understood.

"Alright, both sides exchange names. The battle will begin once the name exchange is complete."

After saying that, he moved slightly away from the center of the field and waved to indicate that it was time to begin.

The bishop had barely finished speaking when Han Li's voice rang out first; he had brought Guang Ling's instructions with him.

"Han Li, seven years old, Martial Soul: Ice and Fire Divine Dragon Bow, Level 34 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, Master: Guang Ling, please give me your guidance."

He deliberately used his soul power, emphasizing the words "seven years old" and "my master Guangling".

As his voice echoed through the arena, many people in the nearby seats showed expressions of emotion. Seven years old, level thirty-four, what kind of talent is this? Even the current Pope is not yet level twenty at this time.

Many people know that Guangling has taken on a disciple, but because the Hall of Offerings has always been high above and independent of the entire Spirit Hall's operating system, they are unaware of the situation, let alone Han Li's specific information.

When Han Li entered the venue earlier, judging from his appearance, they thought he was about the same age as Hu Liena and the other two, but they didn't expect him to be six or seven years older than them.

On the high platform ahead, seeing everyone's reaction, Guang Ling couldn't help but lower his head, his body trembling uncontrollably, making one wonder if he would have burst out laughing if he weren't there.

As expected, it was Guangling who ordered Qian. The other elders couldn't help but want to stay away from him, fearing that Bibi Dong might get angry and fight with Guangling, leaving them covered in blood.

On the stands not far away, Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged, but upon closer inspection, one could see that she was gripping the scepter tightly, the veins on her hands bulging, clearly indicating that she was in a state of extreme anger.

The two Douluo behind her, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, kept their heads down and remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

In the room, Hu Liena's face had completely darkened. She hadn't expected Han Li to resort to such underhanded tactics when announcing his name; who announces their age when announcing their name?

She could already foresee that even if they won, the three of them would inevitably be talked about behind their backs in the future. It was one thing for them to be outnumbered three to one, but their opponent was six or seven years younger than them.

For a moment, she wanted to turn around and leave, but remembering her teacher's instructions, she took a deep breath and held back. She had to win and couldn't let her teacher down.

"Hu Liena, Martial Soul: Demon Fox, Level 35 Control-type Battle Soul Master."

"Xie Yue, Martial Soul Moon Blade, Level 34 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master."

"Yan, Martial Soul Flame Lord, Level 34 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Venerable."

With the exchange of names concluded, the battle had essentially begun, but neither side made a move, seemingly waiting for the other to strike first.

Seeing this, Han Li chuckled, "The three of you are unwilling to take the initiative? Then I won't be polite. But don't blame me for not warning you, if I make the first move, you might not even have a chance to resist."

"Stop talking nonsense, you..."

Yan couldn't help but speak, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw Han Li's body flash with light, so he quickly stopped and started communicating with his martial soul.

"Martial Soul Possession." ×3

Almost instantly, the four people in the arena simultaneously completed the Martial Soul Possession. However, one of them was not very sociable; he only moved his lips slightly but did not make a sound.

However, no one cared about this detail at this point, because Han Li had already drawn the bowstring as he summoned his martial soul.

Moreover, unlike usual, the three spirit rings—black, purple, and black—in front of his spirit bow were no longer shrunk, but were the same size as a normal person, arranged in front of his bow and arrow.

His posture as he drew his bow caused many spectators to stand up.

The unprecedented spirit ring configuration is a visually stunning spectacle, making one wonder if he will fire an energy arrow the thickness of a spirit ring in the next second, directly destroying his opponent.

However, the next second, after the spirit rings flickered slightly, three normal-sized arrows pierced through the spirit rings in front of them and flew towards the three people opposite them at an extremely slow speed.

The scene was so dramatic that it left everyone speechless.

On the opposite side, Hu Liena and the other two, who were initially on high alert when they saw his spirit rings and the way he was drawing his bow, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the arrows he was shooting were traveling at such a slow speed.

Unlike their information, which was public, Han Li's information was extremely secretive. Even Bibi Dong didn't know the effects of any of his soul skills, and could only find out what kind of soul beast his soul rings came from.

According to Bibi Dong's speculation, Han Li should have skills such as elemental bonuses and armor penetration.

As for the Azure Shadow Divine Eagle, due to the age limit of soul beasts, they didn't even connect it to Han Li.

Then, something unexpected happened to Han Li. Perhaps wanting to show off, Yan actually rushed out and faced the three arrows head-on.

"Are you kidding me with your limp arrow? Watch me return it to you."

Yan laughed maniacally, extending his right arm, covered in granite, to grab the three arrows in mid-air...

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